I've been deep in the throws of workaholicism lately. And for the first time in my life I understand why it is such a seductive pull for so many Americans. It makes you feel important. as in "I CANT sleep! I'm too important! I'm needed 22 out of the 24 hours a day!" plus it leaves no time for all of those pesky existentialist ruminations you're doing at 2 am if you get insomnia and actually are lucky enough to have a job that allows you to earn a living and still sleep 8 hours a night. if you are a workaholic you don't have that problem. because you didn't get insomnia. because you were already up at 2 am doing a spreadsheet for something at work. and spreadsheets are so uncomplicated and clean and leave no room for existentialist thoughts.
Plus it really simplifies the ole personal life. I mean, yeah maybe you sense a dull void somewhere in the back of your mind that meaningful somebodies are missing from your life and you haven't contacted your best friend or your gang for awhile. but its only a slight sense of that dull void. not an accute longing. and remember, just like pesky existentialism, you now no longer have time for all of the complications brought on by friendships/lovers.
yeah, work can bring you all of the thrills and chills of having a real life. but it pays better, generally, versus all of the expenditures you would be making on relationships that might not work out in the end.

soooooooo, I had every woman's fantasy happen to me today! I went to a swimming pool, late in the afternoon and it was curiously calm and quiet. I wasn't paying much attention to the quiet and hopped up on the little water slide and plopped right down into the water. As soon as my nose and eyes were full of water, I heard the shrill squeak of the lifeguard's whistle and her voice hollar right at me "Get out of the water! Adult swim!" I started laughing and asked her how old she thought I was. She told me 16!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow. At least now I look old enough to drive. For a long time people used to tell me I looked like a twelve year old.
I swear I'm still glowing a little from the compliment.
But what if I just look like an incredibly ugly and haggard 16 year old. You know the kind, they smoke already and their parents stay up late at night arguing about money or drugs or something. They haven't had a curfew since they were 7. The last time they tasted a fresh vegetable was the time the school cafeteria undercooked the tatertots. Yeah, I bet that's what I really look like....

www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/...ap/index.html

So, last night I had this dream. I was flying over Africa and it was this giant brown dry plain of dead grass, but it was THE place to be (probably because of angelina jolie and brad pitt or something...). Every time someone said the word "Africa" it was with this kind of hushed reverence. As in "I'm going to....AFRICA..."

I finally got the photos up! I am going to put more photos up as soon as I can figure out more (I kinda suck at figuring out some tech stuff) . I am also hoping to put up some images of my artwork. Only problem is, I don't know if it would be better to scan the drawings at a place like Kinkos or to take digital photographs. Comments?